How older humans greet each other in the cosmos
Friends,
I was sitting in the waiting room of a doctor’s office last week when someone I hadn’t seen for many years came in. When he saw me, he said “Bob! How are you? You look great!”
I don’t look great. Since I last saw him, my hair has turned from gray to white, and there’s far less of it. My skin has gone blotchy. The bags under my eyes have gone from brown to blue. And my wattle has become the size of a bullfrog.
“You look great, too, George.”
I lied. George looked about a hundred years older than I remembered him.
Why do we feel compelled to say “You look great” to someone who looks like a fossil?
I’m nearing 80. George must be 82 or 83. No one looks great at our age (unless they’ve had lots of “work” done).
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